this is the horseshit end of the rainbow, my friend

i'm siiiiick.

this may be swine flu because people keep repeating over and over that it's more common than the common flu like it's a magic tagline and you won't catch the swine flu if you repeat it over and over like a kid saying

TWIST!TwistTwistTwistTwi-hey that's not fair i said TWIST!

you need to know before you continue reading that i self-medicated and did not use a measuring spoon but swigged from the bottle and i cannot even have a hookah to myself because i get the giggles and wanna-pukes. now you know and may continue reading.

someone once said that if a black man became the president of USA, pigs would fly. sure enough, 100 days later, swine fluuuuu.

i think i think i think maybe perhaps oh so surely swinging in and out of normal like this for 6 months is NOT NORMAL. not even my normal you have to admit my normal is prettttty fluid.

NORM.
MAL.

i am obssessed with these things nownownow:

1. going on a holiday. (somedays i is thinking, go alone, go faraway, go couch-surfing! other days imma thinking a kosekitohon is dumb reason not to be able to set stinky feet off this island and whhhhhy can't i go for cheap massages in batam. other days, 'hmm does going to sentosa count?' deep thoughts, DEEEEEP.)
2. getting my shit together
3. i would like to wear colourful clothes again but noooo my clothes must befit my moooooooood.
4. but i would like to keep making colourful clothings. when did i stop?
5. writing, just whacking away at the keyboard, chicken-scratchings in my notebook.
6. toodoolists. SO-MUCH-ANAL-RETENTIVE-FUN! SO EXCITING! so much to do... but SO MUCH FINALLY GETS DONE! (see point no. 2 above.)
7. i would like to have one of my scumbag friends back again so that i can stop pretending i'm not a scumbag and we can go on sick adventures together that can only be told in hushed tones or in between screeching laughters.
8. i would like to put up a wordpress so that i may begin to password protect my baser stuff and when that happens you will be privy to even grosser details of my life like pinching a loaf & forgetting to fl- ohmygod gross no, let's not do that.

i have mood-swung since the begining of this post. my dear chuppachubs, the rainbow ends on top of your chinnychinchin, obviously you are the pot of gold.

i am maaaaaad. maaaaaaad.
no i am s.t.a.u.n.c.h.

yesterday yesterday or maybe it was the day before that freelancer copywriter said she does voiceovers on the side and i asked her about it and now-is-freelancer art director joked that she shouldn't be selling me any new career ideas because i might flip flop again but hello morons, i don't care about a career fools it's all about having many entertaining ways to live happily.

your 9 to 6
/7
/8
/9
/or up to 12am in the morning

is not my happiness because if you looked at it from the god's eye view,

it's moronic judgement calls
/poor leadership
/expectation not managed
/over-promising
/lousy communications

usually by the Up Theres, always, always, always that creates those situations where the poor sods at the end of the corporate rainbow will crunch through the witching hours with a cold mug of tea.

idiota.

i don't ever want to be part of that daisy chain of doom.

copy-writing is one dream only. i have a toodoolist (<3) longer than your arm and other dreams are on it.

nice speech, miho. now let's see something happen.